Realizing she probably couldn’t face Neil Webb’s devastating Space Cutting head-on, Seraphina Sullivan immediately pinned her hopes on the Talent of Todd Olsen, who was beside her.
Her gaze swept almost imperceptibly over Todd Olsen, who stood beside her, his face still pale.
’His Talent, Binding... It can restrain a target for three seconds just by looking at them, and it even disables their Abilities during that time!’
Three seconds!
In a duel between masters, that brief window was more than enough.
If they could just use those three seconds.
If they could stop Neil Webb from unleashing that terrifying Space Cutting, Sean Chandler’s strength and explosive power would give him a definite chance to turn the tables and kill him!
At this thought, Seraphina Sullivan calmed down slightly, feeling a renewed sense of confidence.
She subtly shuffled a little closer to Todd Olsen, closing the distance between them.
This was to ensure that, when the time came, she could be the first to use her Sweet Fragrance to establish control.
Neil Webb had been burning with fury because a batch of supplies he had painstakingly collected was intercepted by another Player organization. The screams from a moment ago were the result of him venting his anger.
Now, he saw Gene Morton return with his people.
His gaze fell instantly upon Seraphina Sullivan, who was being held captive by Keith Griffith.
Although Seraphina Sullivan deliberately kept her head down, her slender figure and the faint outline of her profile still caused a nearly imperceptible glint to flash in his eyes.
He leaned back on a ruined sofa and spoke lazily, his voice carrying an unreadable tone.
"So, Gene Morton is back? How was the haul this time?"
Gene Morton felt Neil Webb’s gaze, which seemed casual but was filled with oppressive pressure.
A chill shot up his spine, and he quickly bowed to answer.
"Webb, I’ve ’invited’ over that skilled Player I mentioned to you. He’s incredibly strong. With him on our side, our organization’s strength will definitely increase significantly."
He deliberately stressed the word "invited."
Then, he carefully added.
"Boss, you probably remember. Not long ago, this was the man who killed that Hunter Lowe fellow who annoyed you so much."
"Oh?"
Sure enough, those words drew Neil Webb’s gaze away from Seraphina Sullivan.
With a trace of genuine curiosity, he looked toward Sean Chandler, who was standing a little farther back.
"Hunter Lowe... that arrogant fool who thought he was hot stuff just because he had some Special Ability? And this is the guy who finished him?"
Neil Webb sized up Sean Chandler with great interest.
His eyes were like those of a merchant appraising a valuable commodity.
After a moment, he nodded, his tone dripping with the sort of arrogance one might use when giving charity.
"Hm, not bad. You have a steady aura and the eyes of a killer. You’re good stock. Follow me, join The Peerless Guild, and I’ll guarantee you a life of luxury."
"Your status? Second only to mine. Women, power—as long as you have the skill for it, take your pick."
However, in response to this seemingly generous offer, Sean Chandler simply stood there, expressionless. He didn’t even raise an eyelid, as if he hadn’t heard a word.
This undisguised dismissal made Neil Webb’s eyebrow twitch.
A flash of displeasure crossed his eyes at Sean Chandler’s tactlessness.
Seeing this, Gene Morton’s heart skipped a beat.
Fearing that Neil Webb’s fury would be directed at him, he quickly stepped forward and cautiously tried to change the subject.


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